The Killing Cult Files

November 22nd

I'm sorry I wasn't able to update yesterday on my ongoing investigation. Mr.Banner decided that last night was a good idea to assign a surprise essay, and I didn't get a chance to sneak out. Fortunately, I'm here today to update, though I don't have much. I could only find two things in the library. 

One of them was a written confession from the woman of the house who murdered her son. I now know that her name was Merida and her son's name was Caleb. She confessed to hitting her son with an ax precisely eighteen times, and the tossing pieces of him down the well that still sits on the property to this day. I can now confirm that she did, in fact, believe that the spirit of her dead husband was telling her to murder her son. How could a woman do that to her child? I just don't know. 

The other thing I found was a scrap of paper that was tucked inside the cover of a book that had been left out on a table. I didn't want to take it with me in case somebody was going to come back for it, so I've done my best to copy the writing below:

H̸̡̡̭͎̟͍̲̜̻̽̍̂͑̍̄͋̏̀̐͂́͜͜ê̷̢̡̢̛̳̱̺̲̦̺̈́̅͑̓̊̂͂͂̅̍̋̕ ̷̳͕̍̀͌͋̃̃̂̅ş̴̛̛̹̝͎̜̦͓̇̆͐͛͗̿͂͌̽̇̍́͜͝h̴͙̯̩̙͙̻̀̅̂̽̍͒̓̈̆̕̕͝͠a̴̡̢̠̎̄̑͂̓̇̽ĺ̸̨͓̞͖̘̺͌̾̌͛͌l̵̰̯͈̠̈́̏͜ ̵̧̧̙̭̯̝̱̹̼̲̠̒̎̈͋̊͆̾̑̈́̉͑͠͝ͅͅṙ̵͕̼̳̞̲̰͇͔̊̍̕í̸̛̘͎͛̀͊̔̍̽̌͘͝͝s̴̡̹̰̤͊͋͝ͅĕ̴̗̥͇͙̪͇͓͈̦͉͗͂́ ̶̜̪̝̥̌̀̊̎̿̚ͅf̶̰͉͔̲̖̉͐̎͐́̄̑̊̌̊̕͜ŗ̴̧͙̖̗̬̘͓̹̿̾͐o̶̧̡̨̧̭͙͉̟̯͚͖̗̠̻̒̓̑̊̅͑̌̃̓̈́̕͠͝͠͝m̶̛̻̥͖̳̐̓͆̿͌̐̔̓͒͘͝ ̶͉̟͔̖̯̳̗̇̒̋̿̈́̔͊̑̈́͂̊̅̍̄͘͜t̶̲͕̎̊̃̅̚h̷̛̛͖͖͒̀̒̒̉̐̍̎͒͛̇̓͠ȩ̴̩̠̜̹̳͙̀̏ ̵̡̮̤̯̞͈̱̤͎̫̠̙̠͌̇͂͌̋͋͆̈́̋̈́̉͌͆͘͠á̶̳͔̜͗̌́̓̌̈́̋̀̔̽̕s̶̤̹̝̦͕̓͗̐̏̏͝ȟ̵̢̠̬͂́̊̓̕̚e̵̡̢͈͔̜͖̯̣͔̪̊̍s̴̡̧̛̜̼͙̫̖̪͉͉̭͐͑̀̓̾̀̆͋̋̀͌ ̷͎̰͉̣̫̙̤̖͚̑̐̋̈̊̌̊̇͘o̸͔̰͕̒̃͗̚f̸̧͔̭̲̰͇̱̄̓͛̉̓̈́̇̋͂͋̆̕̕͝͝ ̴̡͇͔̠̯̥̺̱̹̪̜̉̓̈̅̃͌̽͊̅̏͐̅̕͘ṯ̸͔̞͒̉̿́̀͒̓̀͌́̚h̴̨̞̯̮̼̦̪̦͙͌̐̓́̊͛̅͆͗̈̒̈́̕͠͝ͅĕ̷͖͇͕̗̰̘̪̩̠̉͂͂̚͝ ̷͈̭̓͒͊͐͂̅͗͝f̸̗̌̾̾̂̎̀̃a̸͖̱͉̺͕͕͓͔͂̉͋̋̎̀͐͘̕͘̚͠ļ̵̢͚͉̦̫̦̩͈̘͔͍́̍̈́̌͗̄͗̉͒͂̇̎̚͝l̵̨̡̛̛̞̿͑͂́͋͛͝ę̷̢̛̳̗͈̠̮͔̳͓͉̠̫̦͒͆̌́̕̚͜͠ņ̶̛̛̭̼͙͎̖͊̋̂̐̽̆͐̚͠͝͝ ̵̰̲̍̓̒̈́̏́̿̈̎̋͊̚̕͘w̷̨̛͈̗̬͚̠̲̺̦͌̀̈̂̏͛͘͜ͅô̸̡̟̤̩͙̯̞̪͎͚̇͗̈́͠r̷̨̜̫̯̾́̈́͒̓̈́̆̂͒̕͝l̸̰͚̉͊̂̍̀̂͛͂́̓̈̅̚̕ḍ̷̛͖͌̀̈̀̾̔̔̐͘͘ ̸̘͈̗͂̋̈̔̒̉͝t̸̢̡̳͓̘̞̩̰̙͍̙̩͌͛́̃̏̀͌̄́̈́̑͗̑̋͝ǫ̴̢̛̤̲̟̻̟̲͔̳̖̹̔̍̈́̆́̓͑͊͛̋̑̔͘͝ͅ ̶̧̢͉̘̤͙͉͈͇͕̍̊͗̓̄͝c̴̝̥̱̾̎͝l̴̠̱͉̺̺̙̪̫̚͜ͅͅa̴̡̝̪̯̬̮̰̦̺̗͌̃̅̿͒̎̑̀̆̿͂͜͝í̵̛̫͈̾̐͌̾̈̈̐̽̎͑̓̚͝m̶̛̳̙̰͖̘͒̂͐͊̿̽̈ͅ ̴̧͍̪͖͒̈̽̅͝ͅh̷͉̯̜̐͒̏̍̆̚ĭ̶͎̙̘̯̯͇̙͉̘̝̾͌̃͜͝͝s̸̼̺̤̅͌͊̉̊́̀̚ ̸̨̛̹͉̻̦̘̼͍̙̜̬̥̬̠́́͋̐̿͜c̵̩̮̲͎̟̹̭̤̳̬̓͛͆̓̂͒̾͂̕ř̵̻̦̪̬͊̽̾̑͌́̂̋̂̿̀̚̚ǫ̵̨̛͈̝͇̠̜̥̠̠̤͙͙̩̜͂̌͐̋͌̀͒̈́̏̈̚ẃ̵̧͉̼̖̳̈́̇̀͘ͅṋ̷̻̗̠̖͉̜̥̋͆̇͐̔̈́̋͌̐̔͑̐̾̽ ̶̢̨̼̪̥̜̰͚͖͓̋͋̎͒͊̇̊̆͠ͅǒ̶̲̉͑̌̒́̓̑̊̈́͛̈̕̕f̴̛̹̩̟͚͒̒͂̐͛͊͘͝ ̸̢̧̭̥̻̖̤̮̥͖͍͆d̶̤̞̖͔̮̤̿͜͜ͅâ̴͍̥̙̣͍̣͜͜r̸̛̦̤͕̹̓̍́̂͑̽̆̆̓̕͝ͅk̴̛̗̠̣̰͙̪̺̹̻̖̺̂̒̽̍̄̈́̈́̂̏́͂̀̌̕͜n̶̨̯̳̼̤̩̠̠͂̋͆̅̊̈́̎͗͝ȩ̶̡̛̣͚̭̣̹͖͍͎̃͂͌͜͠s̵̹̼͇͈͚͉̺̟͆́̄̋̾s̸̢̛̙̗̘̹̓̂̅͗̾̽͗̂̂͆̂͠ ̸̛̭͕̻͖̤̞͔̗̱̦̯̣̣̅̑͐̀̊͊̃̂͋͊͘͘͝f̷̧̢̢̼̙͈͓̯̯̮̜͉̃̌̏͊̎̑̉̆̾́ö̶̧̨͍̫͎̰͚̳̙͇͚̥́̈́͋͆̿̏̇̓̕r̵̻̺̠͈̖͋̉́͆͋͒̉̃̚̚ͅ ̵͔͙̜̘̳̺̖̰̠̮̉̑̉̆̂̀̄̈͑́̾̍͘a̸͙̗͑̄͒l̶̫̯͖̻̃͗͋̚̚l̴̢̨̧̬̻͚̹̝̤̟̟̿̓́͋͗͘ ̶̮̻́̿̕t̴͖̟͉̙̖̲̝̰͔͙̱͌̈́̽̓̒͑̃̽̔́͑o̵̬̲͓̮̦̦̗̲̰̪͛̏̍͂̋̚ ̶̢̨̞̜̼̩̩͕̳̥̆́̑̑̄̈́̉̀̏́̋̈̌̕͜͠s̸̨̧̬͔̝͍̰̪̙̭̹̅̉̇̆̈́͗͘͝e̴̢̩̘̹̝̖̦̞͎̯̼̺̖̟̼͂̋̂͗͛̾̾̐̅̚͝͝ȩ̶͓̟̰̱̲̲͙̯͇̖͒̾̆̾͐̈́̅͊̎̆́̓͜.̴̦͓͍̝̝̜͔͕͉̼̝͙̒̅̓̓̂̃ͅ

I'm not sure entirely what it says, but I'll have time to decipher it later. For now, I want to come up with a plan for tomorrow. Tomorrow is Saturday, so I should be able to leave the house and come back later than usual. I think I'm going to lie to my parents and tell them that I'm going to a friend's house to spend the night. That way, I don't have to come home till morning and I'll be able to investigate all night. 

Perhaps, I'll even go down to The Mad House to see what I can find there. 

This is Amelia, signing off for the night.